Instance Results

Switch back to the old search page.Advanced Search

Showing 11 - 20 of 34Results Per Page: 10 20 50

Heaven and Hell

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XI (1827) First Line: There is beyond the sky Lyrics: There is beyond the sky A heaven of joy and love; And holy children, when they die, Go to that world above. There is a dreadful hell, And everlasting pains, There sinners must with devils dwell, In darkness, fire, and chains. Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end? And may I hope, whene’er I die, I shall to heaven ascend? Then will I read and pray, While I have life and breath; Lest I should be cut off to–day, And sent t’ eternal death. Languages: English

The Advantages of Early Religion

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XII (1827) First Line: Happy the child whose early years Lyrics: Happy the child whose early years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears The road which leads to hell. When we devote our youth to God, 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. ’Tis easier work, if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners, that grow old in sin Are hardened in their crimes. 'Twill save us from a thousand snares, To mind religion young; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong. To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our hearts we now resign' ’Twill please us to look back and see, That all our lives were thine. Let the sweet work of prayer and praise Employ our youngest breath' Thus I'm prepared for longer days, Or fit for early death. Languages: English

The Danger of Delay

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XIII (1827) First Line: Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon Lyrics: Why should I say, " 'Tis yet too soon To seek for heaven or think of death?" A flower may fade before ‘tis noon, And I this day may lose my breath. If this rebellious heart of mine Despise the gracious calls of Heaven, I may be hardened in my sin, And never have repentance given. What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear, While I refuse to read and pray, That he’ll refuse to lend an ear To all my groans another day! What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offered grace; And all his love to fury turn, And strike me dead upon the place! ’Tis dangerous to provoke a God His power and vengeance none can tell; One stroke of his almighty rod Would send young sinners quick to hell. Then ‘twould for ever be in vain To cry for pardon or for grace; To wish I had my time again, Or hope to see my Maker’s face. Languages: English

Examples of Early Piety

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XIV (1827) First Line: What bless'd examples do I find Lyrics: What bless'd examples do I find, Writ in the word of truth, Of children that begin to mind Religion in their youth! Jesus, who reigns above the sky, And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father’s law. At twelve years old he talked with men, (The Jews all wondering stand,) Yet he obeyed his mother then, And came at her command. Children a sweet hosanna sung, And blest their Saviour’s name; They gave him honour with their tongue, While scribes and priests blaspheme. Samuel, the child, was weaned and brought To wait upon the Lord; Young Timothy betimes was taught To know his holy word. Then why do I so long delay What others learned so soon? Let me not pass another day Without this work begun. Languages: English

Against Lying

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XV (1827) First Line: O 'tis a lovely thing for youth Lyrics: O ‘tis a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom’s way, To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say. But liars we can never trust, Tho' they should speak the thing that’s true; And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. Have we not known, nor heard, nor read How God abhors deceit and wrong; How Ananias was struck dead, Caught with a lie upon his tongue? So did his wife Sapphira die, When she came in, and grew so bold, As to confirm that wicked lie Which just before her husband told. The Lord delights in them that speak The words of truth; but every liar Must have his portion in the lake That burns with brimstone and with fire. Then let me always watch my lips, Lest I be struck to death and hell; Since God a book of reck'ning keeps For every lie that children tell. Languages: English

Against Quarrelling and Fighting

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XVI (1827) First Line: Let dogs delight to bark and bite Lyrics: Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God has made them so: Let bears and lions growl and fight, For ‘tis their nature to. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other’s eyes. Let love through all your actions run, And all your words be mild; Live like the blessed Virgin’s Son, That sweet and lovely Child. His soul was gentle as a lamb; And as his stature grew, He grew in favour both with man, And God, his Father, too. Now, Lord of all, he reigns above, And from his heavenly throne He sees what children dwell in love, And marks them for his own. Languages: English

Love between Brothers and Sisters

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XVII (1827) First Line: Whatever brawls disturb the street Lyrics: Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, Quarrels should never come. Birds in their little nests agree, And ‘tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. Hard names at first, and threatening words, Which are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs, and naked swords; To murder, and to death. The devil tempts one mother’s son To rage against another: So wicked Cain was hurried on, Till he had killed his brother. The wise will let their anger cool, At least before ‘tis night; But in the bosom of a fool It burns till morning light. Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove, That, as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love. Languages: English

Against Scoffing and Calling Names

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XVIII (1827) First Line: Our tongues were made to bless the Lord Lyrics: Our tongues were made to bless the Lord, And not speak ill of men; When others give a railing word, We must not rail again. Cross words and angry names require To be chastised at school; And he’s in danger of hell fire That calls his brother, fool. But lips which dare be so profane, To mock, and jeer, and scoff At holy things, or holy men, The Lord will cut them off. When children, in their wanton play, Served old Elisha so, And bade the prophet go his way, "Go up, thou bald-head, go!" God quickly stopped their wicked breath, And sent two raging bears, Which tore them limb from limb, to death, With blood, and groans, and tears. Great God, how terrible art thou To sinners, e’er so young! Grant me thy grace, and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue. Languages: English

Against Swearing and taking God's Name in vain

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XIX (1827) First Line: Angels, that high in glory dwell Lyrics: Angels, that high in glory dwell, Adore thy name, Almighty God; And devils tremble, down in hell, Beneath the terrors of thy rod. And yet, how wicked children dare Abuse thy dreadful, glorious name! And, when they’re angry, how they swear, And curse their fellows, and blaspheme. How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such disdain; While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain! Then, never shall one cooling drop To quench their burning tongues be given; But I will praise thee here, and hope Thus to employ my tongue in heaven. My heart shall be in pain to hear Wretches affront the Lord above: ’Tis that great God, whose power I fear, That heavenly Father, whom I love. If my companions grow profane, I’ll leave their friendship, when I hear Young sinners take thy name in vain, And learn to curse, and learn to swear. Languages: English

Against Idleness and Mischief

Hymnal: DSC1700 #XX (1827) First Line: How doth the little busy bee Lyrics: How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour; And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! How skillfully she builds her cell, How neat she spreads the wax; And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour, or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give, for every day Some good account at last. Languages: English